Dal Gesh
19-04-2006, 21:13
Yuri Kovak the leader of his nation is known to have his people seek knowledge in their lives and have others benefit from their hard work to know what it’s like.
His tall 7’2” form always robed in black and even at times wearing a beautifully decorated robe of white with gold symbols covering certain sections.
But the one detail that shows much age is the cracked granite mask he wears as also known to have a medical problem from some believe from the sound of his breathing but his voice is strong and knowledgeable as he speaks but as seen by an announcement within his palace spire.
His throne sat in a large room with many hologram generators with historic events and faces who have invented and guided the nation in its growth.
Each honored by this dictator that nations would see this and wonder something about this as the cameras focus now onto his entry and his every step towards his throne to sit upon.
His eyes were that of a ice blue looking at the cameras before he spoke as the reports lucky to be actually in there wait in anticipation of what he would say.
“I have asked this day that everyone within my nation and those who do listen to my broadcasts..
In advance to please hear me out on this day, for as you all know I am without a woman to stand at my side and take in part of the same joys and sorrow any one who loves another would have.
I open the floor for any woman who may seek my hand though I will be careful and watchful of any who wishes to try..
No one will be excluded from this call but I will eventually have to test every female who tries but know if you only seek power instead of something special than you will fail…
Love is one thing never to be trifled with or abused..
For any outsiders I have instructed my communication hubs to relay any contact of such event to my throne room…”
The first reporter asked this question.
“Archon Yuri may I ask what brought about this decision?”
Yuri’s eyes looked up from his hands at the reporter saying this now.
“I prefer love not grown in labs as my advisors have suggested that of me for safety reasons..”
His eyes were dark about that as a second reporter asked this now.
“Ruler Yuri! Even if you’re the last of your kind why is it you seek someone still to be your wife?”
This time he was silent for some moments and moved robotic fingers of his left hand to rest on his face as if wishing he could rub his forehead from the stress of his daily work but answered anyway.
“Love is not one to judge things as I know in my condition my long life is assured.. but it does not help to have never loved and yet build great works of beauty and further existence and betterment of you all to benefit from for future generations..”
The chamber was silent until.
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His tall 7’2” form always robed in black and even at times wearing a beautifully decorated robe of white with gold symbols covering certain sections.
But the one detail that shows much age is the cracked granite mask he wears as also known to have a medical problem from some believe from the sound of his breathing but his voice is strong and knowledgeable as he speaks but as seen by an announcement within his palace spire.
His throne sat in a large room with many hologram generators with historic events and faces who have invented and guided the nation in its growth.
Each honored by this dictator that nations would see this and wonder something about this as the cameras focus now onto his entry and his every step towards his throne to sit upon.
His eyes were that of a ice blue looking at the cameras before he spoke as the reports lucky to be actually in there wait in anticipation of what he would say.
“I have asked this day that everyone within my nation and those who do listen to my broadcasts..
In advance to please hear me out on this day, for as you all know I am without a woman to stand at my side and take in part of the same joys and sorrow any one who loves another would have.
I open the floor for any woman who may seek my hand though I will be careful and watchful of any who wishes to try..
No one will be excluded from this call but I will eventually have to test every female who tries but know if you only seek power instead of something special than you will fail…
Love is one thing never to be trifled with or abused..
For any outsiders I have instructed my communication hubs to relay any contact of such event to my throne room…”
The first reporter asked this question.
“Archon Yuri may I ask what brought about this decision?”
Yuri’s eyes looked up from his hands at the reporter saying this now.
“I prefer love not grown in labs as my advisors have suggested that of me for safety reasons..”
His eyes were dark about that as a second reporter asked this now.
“Ruler Yuri! Even if you’re the last of your kind why is it you seek someone still to be your wife?”
This time he was silent for some moments and moved robotic fingers of his left hand to rest on his face as if wishing he could rub his forehead from the stress of his daily work but answered anyway.
“Love is not one to judge things as I know in my condition my long life is assured.. but it does not help to have never loved and yet build great works of beauty and further existence and betterment of you all to benefit from for future generations..”
The chamber was silent until.
((anyone may join this thread which entails the themes or future, modern, fantasy, for examples ^.^))